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Early on a summer's morning,

When bright Phœbus was adorning

Every bower with his beams,

The fair lady came it seems.

At the bottom of the mountain,

Near a pleasant crystal fountain;

There she left her gilded coach,

While the grove she did approach.

Cover'd with her mask and walking,

There she met her lover talking

With a friend that he had brought;

Straight she ask'd him, who he sought.

I am challeng'd by a gallant,

Who resolves to try my talent;

Who he is I cannot say,

But I hope to shew him play.

It is I that did invite you,

You shall wed me or I'll fight you,

Underneath those spreading trees;

Therefore choose you which you please.

You shall find I do not vapour,

I have brought my trusty rapier,

Therefore take your choice, says she,

Either fight or marry me.

Said he, Madam, pray what mean you?

In my life I never saw you;

Pray unmask, your visage show,

Then I'll tell you Aye or No.

I will not my face uncover,

Till the marriage ties are over